Mal mot
So there we were, having fruit instead of cake (Mrs JM thinks we eat too much cake and we should all go on diets) because Thu was going on maternity leave. Boris is peeling lychees and trying to figure out which bits you eat, and which you don’t.
“If you swallow the seed,” says Thu with a smile, “it grows into a tree inside you.”
“Oh,” says Boris, “Then what did you swallow?”
I nearly choked on my char masala and had to be excused.